Giving a shrug, she drank his shot for him. She appreciated that his fucks became questions, which were things that should have been asked in the first place. "Oh you don't know. Trust comes in time but I guess I could tell you why I'm so willing to help." She grabbed the bottle of Jack and hopped herself on the counter, her feet dangling below. "I became caught up in this town running from people who had it out for me. I had...have a knack for pissing people off and my pride is bigger than I am. When I first arrived, I thought everyone was fucking nuts, telling me they wanted me for my personality or that I had better shut my mouth or I'd end up dead. I was never good at keeping my mouth shut." She raised her eyebrows while taking a quick swig from the bottle.
"My brother, who I hadn't seen in years was here. Turns out when you're stuck here, you are cut off from the outside world. Everyone you ever loved, known, doesn't exist here and you don't exist out there. I have...an inferiority complex. I hate..I hate being the weaker one and as a human, I was the weak one. No matter how often I stood up to them, pissed them off, fought them, I would lose. I was alive out of pity, pity of my maker who sought to put a bracelet around my wrist for my protection."
Connolly stared off to the room that laid ahead of them. "I asked to be changed into this without really considering what would come along with it. I wanted to protect my brother. I wanted to fight them. I wanted to be just as strong as they were. I changed so that I could help people like you."
With a slight shrug, she glanced down at her bottle of Jack and set it aside. Her palms pressed down on the counter top, Connolly leaned forward. "You need to trust someone and I'll be honest, your options are pretty limited here on who to trust."
Connolly paused for a moment, studying the young man's expressions.